After a night of drunkenness, my baby was darkened, and after ten months of pregnancy, I gave birth to a white and tender son for Mu Cheng.
I gave him a nickname, Ah Cheng, to call him and to miss him through the child.
Although he hates me, I still love him. Because I have a child, I have hope for Mu Liancheng again. I hope he can let go of the past for the sake of his child and let our family of three live peacefully.
But my wish could not come true after all. On the 100-meter-high steps, I saw with my own eyes that the child slipped from Mu Liancheng's arms and rolled down the 100-meter steps in an instant.
I ran towards Baicheng with all my strength, but my speed was too slow. When I sprinted 100 meters to the stairs, Baicheng had been beaten to pieces.
That fair and delicate little face was completely changed beyond recognition. I almost didn't dare to look at him. His steps were as heavy as gold. I wanted to hug him, but I couldn't take another step. . .